Crying tears into the Shenandoah
where the force of one river runs into another
a memory triggers crumbling rock in my chest
Old sorrows ride
down the rapids and into a gorge
there is no turning back
I want to strip and dive in
but the birds keep calling:
Hold on, hold on, hold on
A fish reaches up and kisses the sky
breaking the surface tension
seeking the Other
I want to die
life is too hard
I don’t have a choice in the matter
Geese squawk noisily
Chasing each other between the chasm and here
Curiosity saves me again
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